I was reminded that there is a war going on. Maybe there is always a war. There is the battle between the dark and the light. And maybe everything else flows out from there.
I hate to think that conflict undergirds everything. Can it really be that…
Love is War by other means.
Relationships are War by other means.
Business is War by other means.
Politics is War by other means.
Art is War by other means.
Life is War by other means.
Do we embrace the conflict? Or ignore it? And if we ignore it, is that just a secret and covert War? And what of our warring minds, our warring hearts?